Given how running a place like this couldn't be cheap (he'd discussed as much with Haruno in the cafeteria earlier), Apollo was certain they had to be making a profit somehow. Otherwise, it was only a matter of time before Landel ran out of resources, and this operation tanked. It wasn't something he liked to admit, because that could only mean there were more people in on this than they even realized. But Apollo knew he couldn't deny it was a very real possibility. That just would have been impractical.

"Hahah, yeah...a barista with super powers," he said feebly. It sounded ridiculous on the surface, but then, so did a lot of the things he'd heard lately. Really, a barista with powers would be almost normal. Heck, he was basically a defense attorney with weird powers, right?

He was about to ask more about Mr. Hanekoma's art when the intercom sounded, and, sure enough, the I.R.I.S. system was there to greet them.

Apollo turned back toward the man as the nurses began to round up patients. This "visitor" stuff sounded pretty creepy, and he just had to hope he wouldn't get called for anything like that today. "Well, it was nice meeting you." Sorta, anyway. "I'd like to talk again in the future, if you don't mind."